"Joey? Honey can you please get ice from the garage? They are going to be here soon." I said nervously.
"Calm down sweetie, everything is perfect."
I looked around the sprawling expanse of our new house, in the past two weeks since we closed on it we had done a lot. Fresh paint, pictures hung, almost every light fixture replaced and Joey had moved every piece of furniture three or four times.
We had spent the last ten years working towards this, living in construction zones, then selling and buying up. This one needed the least work, four thousand square feet on one level, huge back patio with a pool and hot tub, sitting on four wooded acres.
Joey was just filling the ice buckets as the bell from the front gate buzzed. Checking the monitor I saw Bill and Crista's faces smiling at me, I pushed the button to open the gate allowing them in. Tony's Truck was right behind them.
We had been doing game night every Wednesday for over five years, taking turns hosting. Getting ready for the move and then setting up the house Joey and I had missed the last couple of months and I was so excited to see all our friends again.
Joey opened the door and invited them in. Crista, my best friend ran and threw her arms around me.
"Joley everything looks wonderful, I'm so happy for you and Joey!" she exclaimed.
Her husband Bill was loaded down with a box of liquor in one arm and several bags of snacks in the other.
"JJ, good to see both of you alive and well." Bill said.
The buzzer sounded again.
Joey opened the gate as I gave Bill and Tony hugs.
"Joley this is Kara." Tony introduced me to his date of the week.
People who didn't know him thought Tony was a player, but he just had high standards and hadn't found miss right yet. In the twelve years I had known him I would guess he had been on a thousand dates and introduced us to a hundred different women. When we lived in the same apartment complex it was a new one every few weeks, since we had started our home buying adventure it was only one a month or so.
I gave the blue haired Kara a hug and welcomed her to our home.
Yes home I thought, this is the first place that actually felt like a home.
Carly her husband John and my besty Samantha came through the door all carrying bags of booze and goodies.
Joey quickly set up the bar with the new offerings and fixed drinks for everyone. Once hugs and handshakes had been delt with we gave everyone a tour of the new place.
The boys adjourned to the patio for a cigar while us women got refills and cought up with each other, trying to include Kara.
The boys came back in smelling slightly like expensive cigar's.
We all sat around the poker table Joey and I had set up on the dining room table, it was a friendly game with no actual money involved. Each player started with fifty chips.
The booze, laughter and conversation flowed. I really liked when we played poker, it was one of the only games I had a chance of winning, I was terrible at drawing so I sucked at pictionary, and I never seemed to be able to pick the right card for Cards against humanity.
Poker and Monopoly seemed to be the only games I was good at.
Sam was the first person out of chips so she had to perform a chore and get tips to re enter the game. Everyone was ready for fresh drinks so she played bar maid and got five chips from each player. Kara was next and put the frozen pizzas in the oven.
Bill went all in on triple jacks and lost to my straight, he offered up neck and shoulder rubs, the man has magic fingers and I was the first person to take him up on the offer.
The game went on like that for a few hours, the chip stacks growing and shrinking as everyone's luck changed.
I don't recall exactly who's idea it was, maybe Christa but one of the other women suggested we switch to strip poker to liven things up a bit. We discussed it for a few hands figuring out rules.
The game would proceed similarly to before but instead of doing a chore if you wanted more chips then you would sell a piece of clothing to another player. The going rate was twenty-five chips per item.
I admit I was a bit nervous, Joey was the only person who had seen me naked in over twelve years. Of course the nerves got to me and I was out of chips first. Sam took pity on me and bought my socks.
From there things evened out and everyone was playing a bit more carefully. Soon enough though things started to pick up. John was the next victim and lost his shirt. Everyone hooted as he slowly stripped it off.
An hour later and the entire group was missing pieces of clothing, Kara the youngest by far was down to bra and panties.
Joey was the next looser and Christa bought his pants. Joey never shy stood on his chair and did a bump and grind, shaking his hips as his pants fell to his ankles.
"Better watch out sweetie, another loss and you'll have nothing left to get back in the game." I said.
It was just after nine when Carly lost, everyone looked at her, it was bra or panties. I noticed all the guys eyes light up. She had the smallest tits of all and a very curvy fit figure.
"I'll give you fifty for your panties." Her husband John piped up.
Following Joey's lead she stood on her chair and turned her back to the table, bending at the waist she very slowly pealed her high cut panties down pausing every few inches putting on a show. When her butt was uncovered she wiggled her hips. Everyone got a good look at her firm ass and a peek of her pouty pussy lips before she dropped the slip of lavender nylon on Johns head.
We all cheered as she turned around and took a bow. Her pubic hair was trimmed in a heart.
Samantha was next and decided she was going to lose her bra, she stood and unclipped her front latch which popped open under the stress of her DD's. I know that Joey had been wanting to see those beauties for years and wasn't surprised that he paid fifty chips for her bra which she threw at him before giving a few bounces.
Everyone was down to one item someone was soon going to be the first one naked.
I was getting a little turned on by all the sexy bodies sitting around the table, reaching out I put my hand in Joey's lap and gave his hard cock a squeeze through his boxers.
